saberwielder

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WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

"I love you."

"I'm so proud of you."

"I'm glad I met you."

"You look amazing today."

"You make me a better person."

"I love spending time with you."

"I adore how clever you are."

"You mean a lot to me."

"You're my favorite person."

"You make me the happiest person alive."

QUALITY TIME

📖 for our characters to read together

💃🏻 for our characters to go dancing together

🌊 for our characters to go swimming together

🐕 for our characters to walk a dog together

🍽️ for our characters to share a meal

🩹 for our characters to help tend to one another's wounds

🤒 for one character to tend to the other, sick character

🛥️ for our characters to go on a cruise together

🚗 for our characters to go on a drive together

🎥 for our characters to see a movie together

ACTS OF SERVICE

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Sender makes Receiver tea/coffee.

Sender washes Receiver's dishes.

Sender helps Receiver fold their laundry.

Sender cooks a meal for Receiver.

Sender brushes/braids Receiver's hair.

Sender helps Receiver take a bath.

Sender gives Receiver a shoulder massage.

Sender sweeps the floors and cleans the counters for Receiver.

Sender feeds a pet or takes a pet on a walk for Receiver.

Sender gives Receiver a ride home/drives them both home.

GIFT GIVING

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Sender gives Receiver flowers.

Sender gives Receiver cookies/a sweet treat.

Sender gives Receiver a hot drink.

Sender gives Receiver a new jacket.

Sender gives Receiver a new hair brush.

Sender gives Receiver movie or concert tickets.

Sender gives Receiver new clothes.

Sender gives Receiver a new painting/wall decor.

Sender gives Receiver a new blanket/pillow.

Sender gives Receiver a homemade gift.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

🤗 for our characters to hug

🫶for our characters to hold hands

🪑 for our characters to sit close to one another

🛋️ for our characters to cuddle

🪮 for our characters to play with one another's hair

🤕 for our characters to trace one another's scars

🦵for one character to rest a hand on the other's knee

🧍 for one character to rest their head on the other's shoulder

💆for our characters to give one another massages

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

❝ i'll always protect you. ❞

❝ i never meant to get this close, but now that i have i can't let you go. ❞

❝ i live for the moments when you look at me. the rest of the time i'm just existing. ❞

❝ i don't like how you make me feel. but i like not being around you even less. ❞

❝ i wish you wouldn't look at me like that. when you look at me like that i...it makes me wanna do things i shouldn't ❞

❝ there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that? ❞

❝ i did this for you. no one else. ❞

❝ i don't like it, but i'll do it for you. ❞

❝ i wonder how much of myself i'll have to give to you—how much i have to lay bare—before you realize how much you're taking. ❞

❝ i'm not trying to fix you. i'm just trying to be your friend. ❞

❝ i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, i'm there. i owe you one. ❞

❝ i've seen you at your worst and i'm still standing here. ❞

❝ you've seen me at my worst but you're still here... ❞

❝ you can be mad at me, i can take it. i'd rather you be angry than shut me out. ❞

❝ i'm not angry, i'm just scared. ❞

❝ i know you love me, but do you like me? ❞

❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞

❝ do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? of course i'm helping you. ❞

❝ tell me what i can do to show you how i love you. i will give you anything you ask for. ❞

❝ you don't have to keep apologizing. just be here. day in and day out and prove that you're gonna keep showing up. that's all you have to do. ❞

❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞

❝ i don't want an apology i just want to understand. ❞

❝ i could actually use a hug right now. ❞

❝ i want everyone else to go away, but you can stay. ❞

❝ i actually do care what you think about. you're probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me. ❞

❝ you always seem to know what i need. ❞

❝ you always seem to know just what i need to hear. ❞

❝ i want you to call me when you need someone. i want to be here for you. ❞

❝ you're the one i wanna call when i need someone. ❞

Lan Wangji knew that pleading his case while resembling a battered and defeated man was a lost cause. The burning eyes of the Nie sect cultivator delivered a message of determination. In his blurred pain, Lan Wangji was unable to recognize Lan Xichen's sworn brother of whom he had heard legendary tales. Xichen wasn't so quick to introduce Lan Wangji to his closest friends in other clans, even though Wangji's cultivation erased any trace of his divine nature. There was a whispered worry among the leadership that other representatives possessed skills superior to their disciplines, which would have unveiled Lan Wangji's careful cocoon of suppressed powers and the absence of a golden light in his core.

Wangji's core was tinted in violet, a core ominous to the sight but tender to the touch. It was an ancient bundle of power that held a history of the world's beginning and premonitions of its end. With Lan Wangji's presence, snowfall felt purer as it brightened up the mountains. The dragon's ice resembled a crystal surface of an immortal mirror as it swept over chilling rivers and lakes. With such power, anyone could forge a weapon that would rule the world. Or so the myths believed, shoving Lan Wangji deeper into seclusion as he waited for the doors leading into his adoptive mother's pavilion to open. She would have had the answers, he thought.

Lan Wangji gasped when a single hand twisted his stained robe, removing the last of his dignity by bringing him upward. Staring at the quickly retreating ground, Lan Wangji uncharacteristically wiggled his limbs like a feline pleading to be let go. Blood gathered at the edge of his mouth, and Wangji grimaced, clenching his teeth to force the metallic wave back into his stomach. The taste of fear bubbled in his throat, a feeling that Wangji suppressed for a long time. His eyes lacked the expression, unlike his injured body. While he narrowed his eyelids to hide the glistening worry in his pupils, his back curved to compensate for the assault in his stomach. His lilac trembled in its gilded disguise, aware that its master was in danger of losing blood in his human form. It demanded to be let out to eliminate the ridiculous mortal turmoil. It would have been easy to lick the wound, but even an immortal being was not immune to pain, especially in this form.

"Yes." He answered firmly, gaining some leverage by swinging his legs down to stand as well. His injured leg shrieked in pain, and Wangji pressed his lips in a tight line, letting out a heavy sigh. Vision still compromised by the swirling panic, Lan Wangji's mind wandered to Lan Xichen's flashing eyes in a grand distance of a burning memory.

Qinghe was far away from this side of the mountain and Lan Wangji ran a risk of being exposed to the elements of unknown cultivations. He was taught everything he was supposed to know as a Lan heir but not as a dragon. It was improper to learn of your allies' weaknesses and guess their secrets. Despite his curiosity, Lan Wangji was even forbidden from accessing that part of the Library Pavilion until he proved himself to be a true cultivator. Back then, the young Wangji found it rather troublesome that even the sect that adopted the dragon, presumably neutral to the divine, still distrusted them. It saddened him, but he refused his intrusive doubts.

Forcing himself through the pain, Lan Wangji straightened, uttering for the Nie cultivator to let him go. The taller man had an impressive grip, and Lan Wangji sensed his energy. However, there was something else with him that sprouted an ominous aura around it. The aura pulled the dragon's senses toward the saber at the other man's hip, and at once, something seized Wangji from inside, stealing all the air from his lungs. Like an arrow piercing his flesh, an invisible needle prickled his lilac core and sent him collapsing on the ground again, vomiting blood. That blade...it carried a dragon's aura. Lan Wangji felt his vision fading in and out as he dug his hands into the ground, veins bulging at the tops of his hands. With a choked voice, he suddenly shouted:

"Please leave. I can manage. I just need rest. Here." Wangji's body began to tremble as his core shrunk and golden cracks formed on the inside of his disguise, oozing warm purple-tinted light from his eyes. He shut them immediately and inhaled through his flared nostrils. "There is nothing you can do. I need a moment. Leave." He shook his head and averted his face from the Nie sect cultivator. As he swallowed another mouthful of blood, Lan Wangji couldn't shake the thought that he was just reunited with his real sibling confined in a scabbard.

He should not be so taken off guard by the Lan's refusal to accept help, even in the most dire of situations they refused to cry out. Whether it was because they refused to seem weak or simply did not want to owe another sect a favor in return, Nie Mingjue doesn't know. Irritation sparked in his chest as the other begins to wriggle in his grasp, to stand on two unsteady feet. Reluctantly, he releases the hold he has on the other cultivator, watching as he sways and collapses to the ground again.

It had been a valiant effort, however it was not enough. There were some truths one had to accept, limits that had to be respected. He knows that the Lan's have a rigid schedule, strict in their training and all that they do. But even they should know when enough is enough, when to retreat and lick one's wounds. Nothing good would come from continuing to strain and push, if anything it would make his recovery a more painful and dragged out process.

The title Nie Mingjue holds as sect leader is something dear to him, it it a badge of honor and trust that he wears with pride. He tries to do right by those he serves and interacts with, he tries - unlike some other sect leaders- to refrain from abusing the power and respect that comes with such a title. He takes no pleasure in what is to come.

❝ No. ❞ Short, simple. He refuses to allow a cultivator so badly injured, to leave his sight. Leaving a man in this condition out in the elements, surrounded by hungry beasts and ferocious creatures, would be a death sentence. He was many things, but he did not needlessly send men to their deaths.

If roles were reversed, if it had been Qinghe that burned instead of Gusu, would Lan Xichen send aid? Surely he would rescue recover an injured man, refuse to let him go until he was once again healthy. Nie Mingjue was not as kind of a man as Lan Xichen, however he could try. This was the least he could do for a sect in need.

❝ There is nothing you can do. ❞ He drops into a low crouch, ignoring the way his knees creaked and ached with the movement. Years of hard training would do that to a man, would leave him with aches and pains that even an evening spent in QInghe's hot springs would not ease. ❝ If I leave you out here, you will die. ❞ He has no doubt about it, the forest had no qualms swallowing men whole, cultivators or not if given the chance.

Above them, wind dances through the leaves and the branches, somewhere in the distance is a wail, high and piercing. Most likely its a fox, however he knows better than to assume. Mingjue had been running a risk, traversing through the forest at night, but he was running out of time too. Nie Huaisang remained in Whinge, growing weaker with each passing day. Their physicians were tired and quickly running out of ideas. Gusu had been Nie Mingjue's last sliver of hope and now, thanks to the Wen, it had been burned to nothing more than ash. The wind shifts, the faint scent of ash and smoke filled the air. He tilts his head back, peering through the foliage - or at least hoping to- to see the dying embers of Gusu. No such luck.

Lan Wangji's eyes are pinned against the sect leader, who easily decreases the space between them in a matter of seconds. The golden-eyed cultivator grows still, pinned to the chair he occupies. Nie Mingjue's shadow washes over him with layers of tension, and Lan Wangji tilts his head to gulp air through flared nostrils. He is bestowed with the face of a warlord so serious that Wangji is stunned into silence. His mouth parts to protest, but there is no debate about Nie Mingjue's desire. The sect leader states it plainly and when all cards fall into place and the words catch up with him, he finally realizes.

Lan Wangji discovers a new shade of red that drowns his face and neck. It is not quite beet-red, and crimson may just grow jealous of it. Nie Mingjue's towers over the man who competes with his height and yet Lan Wangji feels small. Smaller than an ant. Maybe even a microbe. His breath catches in his throat and his lips part and snap together like a fish torn from its ocean bedding and thwarted upon itchy sand. This is something he does not expect; quite frankly, never did. Lan Wangji hiccups silently as his lungs scream for him to inhale. Usually, he can regain himself quickly and hide the shame and sin behind a thick wall of ice. But now? His walls are shattered by words so sharp that Lan Wangji spirals into paralyzing numbness. He does not have the power to call the sect leader shameless, even if it is out of turn. Formalities aside, Lan Wangji finally speaks:

"You-" what is he supposed to say to the famed Chifeng-Zun? Lan Wangji presses back against the chair. He cannot run away as Nie Mingjue blocks his way. He studies his broad chest with quivering golden suns, and softly his teeth worry his bottom lip. He wants the dragon, a voice tells Lan Wangji directly into his ear; he hides his face by averting his gaze and clutching his white robes. Not only that the sect leader makes a bold request, but he also proposes an order for their joining. Lan Wangji swallows a thick knot in his throat and slowly looks up.

"Nie Mingjue..." he pauses, studying his counterpart's lips as his eyes crawl upward with timid reluctance. He cannot hold eye contact for long. This is frivolous!

"Have...you ever.....with a...dragon?" He confesses, voice small and distant. A part of him doesn't want to hear the answer if it is positive. If Nie Mingjue knew other dragons, Wangji would find himself quite distraught. He shakes his head.

"I am......big." He whispers, covering his mouth with his fingertips as his wide eyes fill with regret. Still, the hairs on his lower neck stand at attention as warmth pools into his stomach. Nie Mingjue wants him in his true form? It's an honor, terrifying or not. He breathes softly, averting his gaze again.

He watches as Lan Wangji's normally stoic and unreadable face turns a lovely shade of red, a stark contrast from the normal. He takes far more pleasure in the way that Lan Wangji recoils not from fear, but rather concern. He's nervous, something that very few people get to see. He relishes in it, even if this is just for a moment.

There is no denial though, Lan Wangji doesn't say no. Instead he asks if Mingjue has ever been with a dragon. Of course he hasn't, not intentionally at the least. Those who he has laid with have never shown any signs of being a divine being, of anything more than a human cultivator. ❝ Not that I am aware of. ❞ He admits with a shrug, because he sincerely doubts that he has slept with a dragon before. Lan Wangji would be his first, he's far more excited than he ought to be.

The confession wrenches a smile from Nie Mingjue and he laughs, loud and full of warmth. He's not one to back down from a challenge, surely Lan Wangji knows this by now. ❝ I am sure I can manage. ❞ It wasn't as though they were going to go at each other without preparation, Mingjue was bold but he wasn't foolish. Perhaps in his youth, he would have suggested they just go at it, urged on by the little time to himself that he had and the follies and inexperience of youth. Now though, he had less time to himself. More people depended on him and he couldn't afford to spend a day or two recovering from something as foolish as poor planning.

❝ I'm up for the challenge if you are. ❞ He would take and have Lan Wangji however he could, so long as it was given freely. If Lan Wangji decided that no, he didn't want to even attempt while in his true form, then so be it. He's handsome as is, his human form built as though itself was an offering to higher beings. He was unfairly pretty, and Mingjue has certainly said as much to him. He's positive that Lan Wangji has been told by others as well. It would be no burden or disappointment to lie with him as he was now.

Mingjue was simply offering, making it known that however Lan Wangji would want to do so, he was more than alright with it. The idea was thrilling, set his heart racing in his chest and heat curling in his belly at the thought. He had never considered sleeping with a dragon before, mostly because he had been so determined to find one to heal his father, to aid and ease his brother's pain.

❝ You can say no, Wangji. ❞ That, he wanted to make abundantly clear. There would be no wrong answer for this, Mingjue would not force the subject if this truly wasn't something Lan Wangji wanted. ❝However I am not a small man myself, I can take far more than you think. ❞ He had so far survived his own cultivation, the deviations that felt as though he were being torn apart from the inside. They had not bested him yet, though they were excruciating, never-ending things.

He closes the little distance left between them now, propriety be damned. He reaches up to cup Lan Wangji's cheek, his thumb brushing against the smooth skin. It's meant to be reassuring, to help him keep Lan Wangji's gaze, but he is just a man, weak to golden eyes and finely built bodies, power coiled behind each muscle. It is not often he meets men stronger than he, whose cultivation surpasses alongside raw strength.

He knows if Lan Wangji wanted, he could snap him in two.